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Katherine @ the black catthey can't believe I made you weak

[katherineschafer-blog]

Kat was sprawled on a couch in La Catedral’s lobby; reading a book with her feet on the cushions, the only reason her behaviour was excused was because her skirt was short and her thighs were exposed. She had an appointment. A client who often booked her and often stood her up. Too nervous. Paying for sex wasn’t for everyone. Though, Katherine didn’t mind. It was an hour of time to herself. Herself, John Proctor and Abby Williams. 

She was pulled from her book when she noticed a shadow over her. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, rotating her body and planting her feet on the ground. “You can sit if you want.”

[danteramsey-blog]

It wasn’t often that Dante found himself inside of the Billard Room, but it was already a long day. He picked up his drink, swirling the alcohol around inside before taking another sip. “Tell me something.” He said, turning his whole body with him as he spoke. “Why does beer always taste a lot better from the bottle rather than getting it from the tap?” He asked, hoping that the figure would be listening.

[katherineschafer-blog]

Katherine looked into her drink. Blonde liquid swirled in her pint glass. “Do you think?” she asked, before shrugging. “All I know is that the tap and a bottle are better than a can. I feel like I can taste the aluminum.”

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

Salvatore could see the look on her face and he smirked more than he smiled, looking where she looked “Well, what can be more energetic than dancing the way you did? And men weren’t allowed to touch you up there, so I guess that’s one of the things that probably gave you that rush too. Showing off your talent and seeing all those lust filled eyes but know they couldn’t touch as much as they wanted to.” Sal shrugged slightly and took his drink in his hand when he received it, sipping from it gently “Why did you give up on being up there? You were damn good at it, I know I miss seeing you up there.”

[katherineschafer-blog]

“You watched me dance?” Katherine asked, suddenly both flattered and embarrassed at the same time. Kat took a sip of her drink and grabbed the mess that was her hair and pushed it to the left side of her neck. “I...I like what I do now. It pays better, for one...but it’s different. Scary. Maybe a bit dangerous. And Carson hates it. I think that’s one of the big reasons. My brother thinks of me like I’m a little girl. I want to show him that I’m not. That he doesn’t need to take care of me all the time. So he can...move on with his life. Stop worrying about me.” Katherine was rambling. She wasn’t sure what she was saying, never really exploring her reasons for her career change before. 

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

Sal carefully opened the bottle’s lid and threw it behind him, watching her all the while as she took a drag from the joint, himself taking a big sip of the alcohol in his hand. The burning sensation that it left down his throat and into his stomach filled him with pleasure. That’s what he called a great night, good company and something to make it a bit more interesting “What else did you expect?” he asked sounding rather cocky. He was Salvatore Galvani after all, he only bought good stuff “I’m glad you like it. Wait till the effect kicks in.” he moved to the edge of the room and jumped up to sit on the cold stone, taking another long sip from the bottle “Something funny’s happening with your face. You really hated it down there, didn’t you?” he asked with a pat to the vacant space next to him, indicating she could sit next to him if she wanted to. Ever since they got on the roof, she seemed to be more at peace, enjoy herself more, like it more, take your pick. But her mood seemed to have changed greatly since he took her away from the hell below.

[katherineschafer-blog]

“I don’t like big crowds,” Katherine replied earnestly. She tried to subdue the smile on her face, worried she was coming on too strong. Though, she just couldn’t. The cool air and the smoke that started to alter her mind soothed her. She was comfortable. Which, was strange given her current company. She moved to sit down next to him and looked up at the sky. The black blanket was vast and empty. Not a star in sight. One of the problems of living in the city. But, along with the slight view of the skyline, Katherine couldn’t deny it was beautiful. “I love looking at the city. The view from my apartment is crap, but from up here...everything is just so peaceful.”

[danteramsey-blog]

“Netflix is where it’s at.” Dante admitted with a nod. “Any favorite shows?” He inquired, “Cause I like Sons of Anarchy but I’m honestly almost done with the whole series.” He then nodded, taking another sip. “Yeah, she’s around here somewhere. I honestly don’t really know where. How ‘bout your brother?”

[katherineschafer-blog]

“I’ve been binge watching Stranger Things. Which, is not something you should do at night by yourself,” she said with a laugh. “Do you really think Carson would be here? It’s not really his scene. I don’t even think Jessa would be able to convince him to come.”

[micorazonxtata-blog]

“Katherine. I like it. I’m Tatiana Holder, but people call me Tata.” She smiled at the woman, completely unaware that she was a drug addict. “It’s really nice talking to you, too. But I am serious; I would love to become acquainted with you, maybe even have dinner some time.”

[katherineschafer-blog]

“Holder?” Katherine asked, suddenly very grateful she kept up with the fake name. “I think I met your husband earlier. He seems like he really loves his job. I also think dinner would be lovely.”

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

“Make that two.” Salvatore sat on the stool next to her as he addressed the bartender, in a desperate need of a drink. He would never bother his father with something as trivial as the bouncers at The Black Cat not doing their job, so he took care of the matter himself. He always found pleasure in seeing the look on their eyes when they realized they just got fired and Salvatore’s family wouldn’t provide money anymore to pay the bills. Seeing a friendly face, Katherine’s had to help make his night better, or at least he hoped so “Feeling nostalgic?” this time he addressed Katherine.

[katherineschafer-blog]

Katherine heard Salvatore’s voice before she noticed him there. He looked to be in a bit of a sour mood. She didn’t really want to question it, in fear of making it worse, but was glad when he spoke first. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “Something like that.” Katherine turned slightly in her seat to get a better view of the stage. “I love what I do now, but there was something so....energetic about being on stage. Like a rush, ya know?”

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

Sal couldn’t help the laugh that came after her little ninja mission, just like he couldn’t hide his pride and excitement of doing something like that. It was stupid, and dangerous, but great all at the same time, and he just didn’t care anymore. He just wanted to do something nice after so many ugly moments that night “I should hire you as my own personal thief.” Sal said as he pushed himself off of the bar and leaded her up to the roof, the fresh air hitting him like a train, something he welcomed with open arms. He breathed in deeply and turned to Katherine, eyeing the bottle in her hand “Nice catch.” he held out his hand, waiting for the bottle to be handed to him, his other hand reaching into the inner pocket of his blazer, pulling out a perfectly rolled joint, with the best stuff he took from their supplier, holding it towards Katherine “Would you like to do the honors?”

[katherineschafer-blog]

“Maybe you should,” she said with a laugh. Getting herself into all the wrong places was a talent of Katherine’s. Ever since she was a child, she had a habit of sticking her hands where they didn’t belong. As they headed up the roof, all Katherine’s worries slipped away. The further they got from the party below, the better she felt. When he held out his hand, Kat passed the bottle to Salvatore and smiled as he offered the joint to her. “I’d love to,” she said, taking the joint delicately between her fingers. She pulled a lighter from her bra and touched the flame to the end of the paper. Once it was lit, she took a drag, inhaling the drug deep into her lungs. She held it for a moment before releasing the smoke into the cool night air. Coughing a bit, she giggled as she passed it back to Sal. “That’s really good stuff.”

[micorazonxtata-blog]

“So true. Perhaps we can exchange numbers and meet up sometime, become acquainted? I would love to get to know you more.” She then paused, realizing one crucial thing. Laughing a little, Tata exclaimed: “Oh my god- I don’t know your name! I’m so sorry for not asking about it earlier, oh goodness.”

[katherineschafer-blog]

Acquainted. Acquaintances would be nice to have. Though, the wife of a DEA Agent didn’t exactly make the best choice of acquaintance for a drug addict. “It’s Katherine,” she said with an awkward smile. “Katherine Schmidt.” Keeping up with the fake name seemed appropriate in this case. “It’s really nice to talk to you.”

[micorazonxtata-blog]

“I wish I could say the same about me, being by myself.” She chuckled a little, giving the brunette a smile. “I should get a cat or something. Then I won’t feel so lonely when Jamie’s away.”

[katherineschafer-blog]

Katherine laughed. “A cat would be perfect company. And a lot less work than a puppy.” Katherine tucked a piece of hair behind her ears and sighed. “Maybe I should get one, too. My apartment does feel sort of empty.”

[katherineschafer-blog]

Being back at The Black Cat was always a strange experience for Katherine. She started her mafia life there when she was so young; it was like her first real home, a place where she belonged, even if she did only start working there to pay off a debt. Sometimes she missed performing there. She thinks about potentially going back some nights. Though, all her evenings were spent at the hotel. 

Sitting at the bar, she drank. It was times like these where Katherine realizes all she really did was drink, do drugs and have sex. She really needed a hobby.

“Can I have another?”

[micorazonxtata-blog]

“It is,” she said, thinking about all of the lone nights, the short conversations, and the quick kisses. Spending time with him tonight has been wonderful and she hopes that they will spend more time together. She gave the woman a small smile before saying, “I believe so, also. And what about you? Do you have someone special in your life?”

[katherineschafer-blog]

“Oh no,” Katherine replied. “No one special.” The only person who rally came to mind was Riley. But a regular client didn’t exactly count as a romantic partner. “I don’t mind being by myself.”

[danteramsey-blog]

“I’ve never had the chance to even look elegant before.  I’d much rather just be chilling and watching the Cubs play, y’know?” He admitted before taking another sip of his drink. He was probably telling her too much already as he assumed that she probably didn’t care. “We do.” He agreed, raising his glass as well. “To slumming it.” 

[katherineschafer-blog]

“Well, I’m not much of a sports person, but I’d definitely much rather be in bed with cheap wine and netflix.” And a few lines of coke. But Dante didn’t need to know that. She drank for the toast and smiled. “Is Mimi here tonight? I haven’t seen her.”

[micorazonxtata-blog]

“Husband,” she clarified. “Any chance with him would be enough for me, both in and out of the house. I don’t really see him much anymore. It’s understandable, due to his job and all. But that doesn’t ease my missing him any less.”

[katherineschafer-blog]

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It really must suck not seeing the person you love a lot. I imagine the heartache is strong.” Katherine was quiet as she spoke, suddenly missing her parents. “It’s nice that you make sacrifices for him, though. I’m sure he appreciates it.”

[agentholder-blog]

“Not sure I wanna know the half of it,” he admitted. As strange as it was, Jamie didn’t like to learn too much about the women he spoke to. Even if he had no interest in them, a wave of guilt and shame typically followed. And yet - still - he asked who she was. “Of course. Here’s to hoping that $75 does something good. I don’t think I caught your name.”

[katherineschafer-blog]

“It’s Katherine,” she said. “Katherine Sch--midt.” Kat wasn’t exactly sure why she lied. She was sure her name wasn’t on anyone’s radar, but Carson was heavily involved in the Galvani drug trade. Maybe Schafer would stand out. The fact that it was a fairly common surname never occurred to Katherine. Her paranoia ran deep. “What’s your name, agent?”

[milenakuragina-blog]

“I do not believe that a slave is hired,” Mila murmured, pressing her fingers to her lips. Again, her smile lit up her face. Again, her eyes went wide. “Well, my love, as long as you are doing something that you wish to do. You’re beautiful– at least you have that, no? My mama told me when I was young that beauty is the only power a woman is born with in this world, the only thing she is guaranteed. And when you know what to do with it…” She made a face. “Pah, rest is history.”

[katherineschafer-blog]

“Maybe prisoner is a better word,” she said. “It doesn’t matter. Point is, we’re not forced to do anything.” Conversations like this always made her uncomfortable. Typically only Carson brought it up to her, but she could handle him. When strangers decided to bring it up, however, the flush the reached her face said it all. Though, at the very least, she was thankful Mila didn’t seem to be judging her too harshly. “Your mother is a smart woman,” Katherine said with a smile. “Did she have any other words of wisdom?”

[deliriousmistakcs-blog]

“We’re surrounded by officers of the law.” Sal said as he glanced around, not looking suspicious at all in doing so “I say we steal a bottle of something from wherever they keep the booze and go up on the roof, watch the sky and all that romantic shit, smoke something maybe?”

[katherineschafer-blog]

Don’t remind me, Katherine said internally, shaking her head and laughing. The rest of his plans lit a fire inside her. Booze, drugs and the stars sounded like a perfect way to spend her evening. The fact that it was with the engaged Galvani second-in-command barely crossed her mind. “I’m in,” she said with a smile. “Let’s do it.”

Katherine waited patiently while the bartender paced up and down the bar, waiting for the opportune time to sneak the first bottle she could grab. As soon as he was far enough away, she made her move. A fifth of Jack was what she found. She danced her way back to Sal, covertly showing him her pick. “Up to the roof we go.”